Oregon W Emerald
Published daily during the college year except Sundays, Mondays, holidays and final
examination periods by the Associated Students, University of Oregon.
Entered as second-class matter at the postoffice, Eugene, Oregon,
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ALL-AMERICAN 1942
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“Social work is one of the largest fields for women
now, and will become even more important in the future
as a result of the great destruction and upheaval we are
bound to face. Trained women will be needed to take
care of the hosts of homeless, aged and young depend
ents left without men to support them, shell-shocked
soldiers and civilians suffering from shock.”—Prof.
Agnes M. H. Byrnes, chairman of the department of
sociology and anthropology, Hunter college, points a
course for young women interested in fundamental post
war careers. (ACP)
Beat the S&iap.
*7c Beat the flap
'J'HE ear-splitting uproar of an Oregon noise parade will
shake Eugene windows this morning, as University stu
dents slap their bit of scrap for the Japs into Eugene’s scrap
pool.
With the twang of bed springs and old saws, the resonance
of kettles, the rattle of tireless, dismantled jalloppies, the
clamor of hammers on wash tubs, the squeak of rickety wag
ons, and general pandemonium created by the clash of thou
sands of metallic objects plus, no doubt, the quack of enthu
siastic Ducks, Oregon students will make their noise in the
world.
hands will see some alterations in the 1942 version of
the racket parade with a serious note distinguishable in
the uproar. The parade will be too previous to rank its old
position on the Homecoming program. There will be no alums
present to swell the clamor. This year two defense bonds
are the prizes, and floats will be judged as much for size,
amount of scrap, as for noise.
Beneath the blatant surface of this rally there is a pur
poseful organization. Webfoots have planned this parade
with more serious intent than ever before. They may beat
the scrap now, but the scrap’s meant to beat the Jap.—J.A.W.
Zoeefitianl Make the Rule
executive council 1941-42 didn’t know what it was
doing to executive council 1942-43 when it "got tough” on
scholarship restrictions last spring and went overboard for
rigidity with no provision for legitimate exceptions. Warned
against this at the time by Dean of Men Virgil D. Earl,
council adviser, the rules have come home to roost at the
expense of this year’s group.
.Requirements state, in part: A student to be eligible for
activities "must have a minimum of 12 hours, the previous
term," and "must be registered in a minimum of 12 hours.”
* * *
'JpNYO logical exceptions to the rules: Number one, Student
Body President Les Anderson, who took more than 12
hours last spring, but because of a national student body presi
dent’s conference took inconipletes which put him below that
number. Second, Wes Sullivan, senior representative and
Oregana editor, who needs less than 12 hours a term to grad
uate and who by the rule would be forced to “cram courses’’
to over-graduate.
Recognizing the need to right a wrong, which would tech
nically put the pair (and others like them) automaticallv out
of office, the scholarship committee has amended the rules to
cover exceptions. Inconipletes count in total term hours, pro
vided they are removed in one term, and a qualified senior
who can make graduation requirements by carrying a lighter
load, does not have to cram 12 hours to graduate.
Modifications will be complete when the executive coun
cil adds scholarship committee changes to its own list of re
quirements. It's just an unjust case where one executive
council dug a pit, and two members of the next one fell
into it.
AdJliL
By JOHN J. MATHEWS
Second Ending
Wgst-coasters, especially San
Franciscans, remember the name
Vernon Alley as belonging to
one of the sharpest dog-house
lads ever to warm these shores.
Almost without number are the
foggy midnights at Post and
Fillmore that were pierced by the
feel and the sound of Alley’s evil
bass, and still further beyond
count are the feet that tapped in
unison with it, and the swaying
bodies, and the nodding heads.
A couple of years ago the great
Lionel Hampton peeked under the
bushel that calls itself Club Ala
bam. What he saw there almost
blinded him. Being no moron,
and being a lover of the music
he plays, the king of the vibes
snatched Alley from under the
noses of fans a-plenty and more,
and give his ccmbo an exciting
shot in the arm.
Farted Ways
As is the way of the jazz world,
though, Hampton and Alley came
to a parting of the ways.
Pals of the San Francisco ter
rifico kept coming around to the
Fillmore nitery with a half-ex
pectant eye. But V. A. wasn’t
there. In his spot was a young
ster from Sacramento—an even
greater sensation than the old
standby himself. And his pals
went away. Alley was gone, they
said. He was forgotten.
Take Heart
Well, take heart, brethren.
Turn your weary lamps to column
three, page seven of the October
1 issue of Downbeat. See what it
says there ? See what it says
about a lad who wears the mon
icker of, yes, Vernon Alley, who
has just joined the ranks of an
88 man you've probably heard of
Remember Count Basie ?
Fellows. I know this is hard to
take. I know this is a great
blow to the music world and to
us as lovers of good jazz, but it
must be said, if only in a whis
per. Men: Phil Spitalny’s tuba
gal left him flat.
There, there.
For those who get their kicks
from a good knocked-out vocal,
(Please turn to page seven)
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War Digest
By LYNN JOHNSON
This week’s chapter in the history of a world at war
opened with a note of optimism sounded by Prime Minister
Winston Churchill in a speech at Edinburgh, Scotland. The
prime minister pictured the Allies as moving steadily on
ward toward the attainment of overwhelming strength, while
Hitler’s prospects had immeasurably darkened.
The optimism of Mr. Churchill’s remarks was borne out
to an extent by the apparent fail
ure of the Nazis to crush the de
fenses of Stalingrad after 45
days of tremendously expensive
siege. Something more for Adolph
to explain to the home folks were
the large-scale raids by American
and British bmbers on Nazi in
dustrial centers.
Shift to Pacific
World attention shifted sud
denly from flaming Stalingrad to
the southwest Pacific. Renewed
action in this theater was pref
aced by the navy announcement
disclosing the loss of the Amer
ican cruisers Astoria, Quincy
and Vincennes in the early stages
of the Solomon battle, August 8.
The three new cruisers were
lost in a furious, close-range bat
tle with Japanese fleet units
while covering the landing of U.
S. marines opening the Solomons
land offensive. The Australian
cruiser Canberra, previously re
ported sunk, went down in the
same engagement.
Enemy Losses
News of this severe blow to our
sea power in the Pacific was
followed quickly by reports of
compensating losses inflicted on
the enemy in the Aleutian and
Solomon areas where U. S. sub
marines and surface craft sank
ten enemy warships and dam
aged six others.
The situation in the southwest
Pacific changed rapidly during
the week as did the intensity of
battle around Stalingrad, where
axis assaults ebbed and flowed
with uncertain intent.
New Tank
As the week drew to a close
the Nazis were hurling new tank
and infantry divisions at battered
Stalingrad, but the focal point
of interest fell on the Solomon
islands where it appeared a de
cisive battle was in progress for
the key island of Guadalcanal.
The Japanese, risking an im
portant' part of their fleet, suc
ceeded in landing a major force
on the northern shores of Guadal
canal. The landings were made 36
9ti Oul 'Won, . . .
Campus Correspondent
- By NORMA TREVORROW
Somewhere in Oregon . . . War
ren Finke and Jimmy Newquist,
Betas, were added to the list of
shipyard slaves in the position of
expediter. “Pancho” rode a bi
cycle with the added duty of
looking—earned a dollar twenty
an hour. Jim pointed to who,
telling where and when to put
what, how—for ninety cents an
hour.
Ann Holway, Gamma Phi, had
100 men coming to see her every
day this summer. That's the
kind of a job to have: personnel
department, Willamette Iron and
Steel corporation . . . Jane Baker
is the gal to know—she works
on the sugar rationing.
‘Hello’ to ‘Ox’
We'd like to say hello to Cadet
“Ox” Wilson, A.T.O., who’s go
ing into his advanced training
down in Pensacola and, incident
ally, is regularly receiving the
Emerald. . . .
We offer our very best rating
for the most patriotic house on
the campus so far. The Gamma
Phi picking party sounded like
fun and probably was—yet kneel
ing down in the mud and labor
iously separating filberts from
leaves sounds a lot more like
hard work. Champion Connie Av
erill beat runner-up Betsy Woot
ton by one pound—but we already
know that Connie is a mighty
good woman for defense work of
any kind.
Answer to Prayers
Last month, we prayed for
magazines; last week we prayed
for records and sheet music; last
Tuesday we prayed for games
and cards . . . And yesterday
morning—there was found at the
collection depot at Claypool and
VanAtta's, 47 books, 298 maga
zines, three records, and one
copy of “God Bless America.”
Hallelujah, sisters. Hallelujah,
brethren. We kneel in thanks.
All those books and magazines
were picked up yesterday by the
motor corps, so there’s plenty of
room for more. But first there is
a need for reerds and games and
sheet music.
The others are important but
Eugene’s U.S.O. is coming along
fast now, and since all the ex
pensive work is done or will be
done, we should at least contrib
ute the music and games.
Don’t forget to attach your
names and houses to your do
nations.
hours after enemy surface craft
had bombarded the airfield, cap
tured from them by the marines
as it was nearing completion.
Airfields Bom lied
The airfield, vital to the de
fense of the islands, was subj*\
ed to heavy aerial bombings”
Thursday and Friday.
Reports of the progress of the
battle are scarce, but it is evi
dent that the Japs are extreme
ly anxious to regain control of
the Solomons and are willing to
risk much valuable equipment
and manpower in the attempt.
Between
The Lines
By ROY NELSON
WE TAKE YOU to the corner
of Thirteenth and Pearl. To our
left is a display of colorful la\»- T
mowers and shapely garbJ^, 1
cans. All is quiet, except for the
soft bark of the band and the
soothing grunt of pig iron mov
ing in from our right. There
seems to be a parade . . . for
noise . . . for scrap.
What does our watch say? It
says tick, tock. It’s about that
time.
Choo-Choo Dumped
Now we can see a Chi Psi skip
up to the pile. In one hand is a
locomotive, in another a few sec
tions of track, and in another an
automobile. Also navigating to
the heap are Alpha Gams sport
ing a car said to have been pur
loined Thursday night, but later
recovered amid applause by some
Pi Kap sleuths. One or two sopho
mores come up with razor blades.
Somebody blows his noA
“Quiet,” screams a Thetacm,
beating cn a dishpan. The band
joins in on the chorus. (Stories
circulating that the music mak
ers are contributing their instru
ments may be branded as false.)
Human Interest
Noticeable are a few individ
uals—Mopping a tear, Jim Thay
er bows his head and deposits his
key chain . . . Jim Harrison paus
es briefly before he finally lays
down his paper clip . . . Going
all the way is Fred “King Klam”
Kuhl, who donates his only means
of livelihood—his pail and shovel
. . . Not far behind is Art Mur
phy with a dust pan.
It is whispered that Whisker
ino Sheriff Jim Popp was cor
nered by freshman house broth
ers who whisked away his whis
kers ... Pi Kap Bob Jacks^
went out for a short pass in front
of the house the other day, didn’t
see a parked vehicle, and caught
six stitches in his chin.
NEXT WEEK- The strange
case of “The Man With Sloping
Shoulders.” See the story of how
a campus custom put him in 4F—
in Wednesday's column.
Please omit flowers.
How Times Change
Wives of faculty members
“went to work’’ at University of
Utah, when the cafeteria was
faced with labor shortage. The
ex-defense-worker studen t M
“passed by the ordinary occup™
tion of working part time in the
Union’s cafeteria for a more idle
life of studying.”
—Utah Chronicle.